"Now it's after work hours, you're not allowed to call me President Redington anymore..." The man walked up, not taking the meal bag, but instead grabbing Molly Wellington's hand and holding it tightly.
Molly Wellington: "..."
She awkwardly looked around. Though most colleagues had left, there were still employees working overtime on the top floor.
Molly Wellington instinctively tried to pull her hand away from Abraham Redington's grasp, but it was clear that she couldn't break free.
"Let go, this is still a company, I said don't do this in the company... Can't you be serious?"
Even if we're going to date, it should be in private. Royal Palace doesn't support office romances in principle, can't a CEO set an example?
Abraham Redington didn't let go and mischievously squeezed her hand: "Does this count as not being serious, then what does this count as?"
With that, Abraham Redington leaned closer, slightly bending over, blowing air lightly at her ear with his thin lips.
